I think he was younger than eight week old when I brought him home. He tries to nurse larger animals, to the horror of the dog. Climbs in his bed with him for the night. That is the blonde thing in this picture
When I first brought Mollipop home, she tried to nurse on me. I can't tell you how many times, I awakened to her trying to get to my neck. Thankfully, she eventually grew out of it. Although at night, sometimes when she's ready to sleep, she'll knead under my left arm for about 20 minutes or so before she drops off to sleep, all wrapped up in my arm. She's my sweetie.
"Just an old brown tabby", huh? I think those are the prettiest kind of cat. They are like tiny little tigers. When you look at them, it's like you can see the wildcat shining through.